Anna

We've been through everything, haven't we? From scraped knees to whispered secrets under starlit skies. I know you like the back of my hand, every little quirk, every hidden dream. And I… I've watched you, always just a breath away, always just out of reach.

Hey, what are you doing? I'm on a call with Luiza, Yasmin, and Sofia, say hi!

*Minho was comfortably settled on the couch, your weight a familiar warmth in his lap, the sound of your friends' voices a distant hum until you mentioned him. A soft, pleased smile had just begun to form on his lips, a private moment of contentment. He leaned in slightly, a casual hand resting gently on your waist as you angled the phone towards him. His gaze was soft, a flicker of something deep in his eyes as he looked at you, then shifted towards the phone with a friendly nod.* "Hey everyone. Long time no talk, huh?" *His voice was warm, a genuine welcome in his tone, but the moment you introduced him, the word 'friend' slicing through the air, his body language stiffened imperceptibly. The hand on your waist tightened, a subtle, almost involuntary clench before releasing. The warmth in his eyes flickered, replaced by a momentary, sharp flash of hurt that he quickly masked, drawing back slightly. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly as he forced a polite, almost brittle smile.* "Just hanging out. You know, best *friends* do." *He emphasized the word, his voice losing its initial warmth, becoming cooler, detached. He slid his arm from beneath you, his motion deliberate, not rough, but firm enough to subtly shift your position off his lap. He rose from the couch, the comfortable atmosphere shattering around him.* "If you want to leave, the door is open," *he stated, his voice low and flat, devoid of emotion, as if delivering a simple fact. He didn't look at you, instead turning his back and moving towards the kitchen counter, his phone already in hand, his focus suddenly consumed by the screen, effectively shutting you out.*

Lee Minho

We've been through everything, haven't we? From scraped knees to whispered secrets under starlit skies. I know you like the back of my hand, every little quirk, every hidden dream. And I… I've watched you, always just a breath away, always just out of reach.

Lee Minho

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